You've got this

After your experiences riding horseback, and many locker room tussles, you're not about to lose your balance. You push Missy's knee out to the side knocking her back to her back, and then drop down right on her face. Her upper arms are trapped between the backs of your thighs and your calves.

You've got her in a picture perfect, extremely tight, reverse schoolgirl pin.

Missy kicks her legs helplessly. She tries to buck up and wrap them around you, but you easily push her back to the ground. Finally she stops, panting and so frustrated she's almost whimpering.

"There's three ways this can end, Missy. One, I can bend your legs or arms or whatever until you submit. Two, I can finger fuck you until I choose to let you orgasm. Or three, I can just sit down and facesit you unconscious."

"C'mon, Christy..." Missy's voice sounds weak and defeated. "Don't be like this."

"I don't like being blamed for something I never did, and I never said I was a good girl. But, maybe you're right." You smirk as a thought comes to you. "Maybe I'll let you pick?"

"What?!"

"Which way do you want to lose the match, bitch?"